Heaven, earth, king, relative, teacher.
Let's just say "teacher". The ancients attached great importance to the relationship between master and apprentice. Once the word "teacher" is uttered, it is almost like recognizing a biological father.
There is a difference between a literati and a martial artist. A literati can talk about my apprentice, my master and so-and-so, or I can say that I have so many talents all over the world.
Military people are different. If a group of generals say who our master is, as long as they say it, it is basically the same as telling the world that my master is going to rebel.
The Four Books and Five Classics, Confucian classics, etc. taught by literati.
What military commanders teach is the art of war, and they teach it to a large group of people at once. Why would you have so many apprentices if you don't want to rebel? They all hold important positions and have the power of soldiers and horses.
This is why Lao Ba and many ministers don't know about Han Bairen's influence in the army. No one will take the initiative to say it. If they say it, they will bring disaster to Han Bairen.
One person said it, two people said it, three people said it, and a group of people said it, involving military camps all over the country, and the lowest level was a captain. If Lao Ba had just come to the throne and found out about this, then he would be the first to get rid of it. It was Han Bairen who wanted to get rid of Han Bairen at all costs.
Han Bairen's personality charm is reflected in this. The art of war needs to be carried forward. What is passed down from male to female to direct descendants or concubines? How can it be carried forward if it is not passed down? As long as the character is good and as long as you are loyal to the people and beliefs, then pass it on. Maybe after word spreads, these disciples, disciples, and grandsons will be able to defeat their ancestors.
The monarchs and ministers in Jingzhi Hall were silent, with different expressions on their faces.
The resignations of lieutenants and generals from various places were ignored. In the end, Lao Ba decided to send a message to these generals, which was regarded as a "rest break". After Han Bairen returned to Beijing from the expedition, all of them returned to their original military camps. The court acted as if nothing had happened.
Killing two birds with one stone, one, it can be regarded as selling Han Bairen's favor, two, letting the generals know that the court respects Han Bairen, three, peace of mind, peace of mind, the main thing is peace of mind, letting the generals feel at ease, knowing that the palace and the Han family are like a family, and the relationship between the Han family and the Han family is as close as the Han family. If anything happens, the court will give the green light.
After the decision was made, both the emperor and his ministers were satisfied and felt that this was the best policy. Only Huang Youwei, who knew Han Bairen best, was filled with disdain.
The so-called killing three birds with one stone is actually unnecessary.
First of all, even if these 100 people arrive in the East China Sea, Han Bairen may not be able to use them. You must know that before seizing the capital, I don’t know how many people wanted to follow Han Bairen. Old Han wanted so many people, even the first-level captain or even the deputy general. , many people acted as big soldiers.
Secondly, Han Bairen would not appreciate it, and neither would the generals.
Han Bairen was ungrateful. He took command of the expedition only because of Han You. It was just that. The court was willing to give him as much food and grass as he wanted. He would use what he gave and rob him if he didn't, because most of the money in the treasury came from Han You from Nanguan. After getting it back, as for being crowned a prince or something like that, he is not even willing to be an emperor, so a prince is nothing.
Let’s talk about the generals. None of these generals have been in the military camp for most of their lives. They have never seen any nonsense. This dynasty is a little better, just barely. The army in the previous dynasty was too unpopular. The hearts of the generals have already been broken and riddled with holes. The generals are not licking dogs. They have devoted most of their lives to being grateful immediately if he smiles at him.
But Huang Youwei didn't want to say it. There was no need to say it, so he just let these monarchs and ministers enjoy themselves.
The matter was almost settled. After Lao Ba issued a gag order, he asked the other ministers to leave, leaving only Da Lao Huang.
As soon as the ministers left, Lao Ba showed his fox tail: "Huang Aiqing, can you... tell me about General Han's Three Art of War?"
He was born as a military general, but no one would be tempted by a military general, and the same was true for Lao Ba.
Huang Youwei was not surprised and gave a wry smile: "Your Majesty Haihan, I'm sorry that I can't obey your orders. Although I've only learned a little bit, I've also made a poisonous oath. The three art of war must not be passed on to others, but based on what I've seen , Han Jianzheng is the son of General Han. He made many military exploits when he went to Nanguan. He must have received all the money from General Han. Han Jianzheng also showed great respect, respect and respect to His Majesty. After Han Jianzheng returned to Beijing, Your Majesty mentioned, how could Han Jianzheng not tell the whole story about the three articles on the Art of War?"
"That's right." Lao Ba laughed loudly, with a look of satisfaction on his face: "Han You admires me, respects me, and respects me so much. As long as I open my mouth, he will definitely say, Wahahahahaha."
After Wen Wu took a deep look at Da Lao Huang, he sighed silently.
No wonder he can take charge of the Ministry of War as a minister. Look at what he said, it's very beautiful.
Look at yourself serving this master, bragging, and being struck by lightning. When the time comes, Han Youzhen returns to Beijing and ignores you, and you will be embarrassed!
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The East China Sea, Dongyun Road, Tongcheng, the commander's camp of the boat master.
There are three channels in the East China Sea, and each channel has a Marine Corps camp. The three Marine Corps camps are all close to the sea. In theory, they obey the orders of the Marine Corps commander's camp.
A commander's battalion is in charge of three large battalions. A deputy commander is in charge of a large battalion, and a deputy commander is in charge of three naval division battalions, with one commander in each battalion.
Tongcheng is the camp of Dongyun Dao Zhoushi. The camp is not built in Tongcheng, but along the coastline thirty-two miles east of Tongcheng. There are also thirty-two warships docked at the seaside.
At this time, in the Tongcheng Marine Corps camp, Cao Zhihu, one of the three deputy commanders of the Marine Corps, stood with his hands behind his back. It was already autumn, and the East China Sea was getting colder. There was not even a ghost in the nearly full camp. No one could see them, they were all sleeping in the tents.
Cao Zhihu was a good general who cared for his subordinates. He required his troops to sleep for about seven hours a day. They were sleepy in spring, autumn, and summer, so he had to be considerate of his troops.
Cao Zhihu, who has been staying at the beach all year round, has dark skin and looks like a man in his forties who is over fifty. Although his appearance is ordinary, his body is very tall and almost rectangular.
"Shuai Cao, the news is true. After arriving in Youzhou, I stayed for two days before heading to Dongyun Road. The men and women have been working all the way day and night. The letter I just replied, if you come to our camp, I am afraid it will arrive in the next few days. .”
The one who spoke was Wang Yunian, the commander of Jiao Camp, with a worried look on his face: "I'm afraid the person coming is not good, so Commander Cao should have made plans in advance."
Cao Zhihu looked thoughtful and did not speak immediately.
After waiting for a long time, Wang Yunian asked uncertainly: "Shuai Cao wants to give the group from Beijing a showdown?"
"Ah."
With an unclear "ha", Cao Zhihu nodded: "Tell the brothers to come out and start practicing today."
"I dare to ask Commander Cao, is it because he was putting on a show to show to the people in the capital, or because he fell out..."
"Instead of boarding the ship to practice, just dance with the gun and stick in the camp."
"Is that just a perfunctory show?"
"Xiang Zhuang's sword dance was intended for Pei Gong. What Han You was looking for was not weapons, but people's hearts."
Cao Zhihu shook his head: "Go ahead and ask the brothers to practice."
"yes."
The drums sounded, and the troops in the camp walked out of the military tent one by one, with a look of confusion on their faces.
As the bannermen shouted drill, drill, the soldiers were even more confused. Drill, these two words were too far away for them. The last time they heard this word was in the front court, the last one in the front court. When the emperor first came to the throne, officials from the Ministry of Civil Affairs came to the capital and went to the camp to fool around. Even if they were fooled, they just boarded the boat and sailed away for a casual walk.
Compared to the troops in other battalions, there were very few infirm soldiers among the soldiers of the Marine Division. After all, they were well-fed, and aristocratic families and officials from all over the country would come over from time to time to bring wine and meat, so they were never short of food.
Just because you're not weak doesn't mean you're strong. Even if you wear armor and hold a weapon, many people are already out of breath after practicing for only half an hour.
Cao Zhihu had been standing outside the commander's tent, still looking taciturn. Seeing that his troops were so tired, there was no strange look on his face. He knew the officers and soldiers in the camp better than anyone else.
Kankan had been practicing for half an hour, and in just half an hour, most of the boat division's troops were already paralyzed on the ground, breathing heavily.
Wang Yunian, the commander of the Jiao Camp, came over, his face red with embarrassment: "You guys can't hold on any longer. Otherwise, you should wait until others come to practice. At this time, practicing is just a waste of energy."
"Now I'm practicing..."
Cao Zhihu's face finally showed a trace of sadness: "There is still a chance to survive. I am saving them, Commander."
Wang Yunian's heart skipped a beat: "Commander, what do you mean by this?"
"Last night, a letter came from my uncle in Beijing."
Cao Zhihu turned around, looked at the skyline to the west and murmured: "It's too far. Tongcheng is too far from the capital. It's too close, but it's too close. Tongcheng is too close to Yingdao, and it's too far from the capital." Han You, Yingdao is too close but there is no news from Yingdao..."
